Poetry? I've been doing it long before you came along

Heck, I could use this argument to make a new song

You are not the boss of me

Alright then, who is?

No one, I make my own decisions, June

Trust me, you do not want to do this

Oh, believe me, I do

June, I relieve you of all your insolent duties

I'm tired of your self-hatred and social prejudice

Please, you can't do this!

I'll lose all me power and position

Well, you should have thought about that before using intuition

And thinking I was weak; your wrong assumption

I've taken your dignity, now you can barely function

Full disclosure; I am not a junction

And taking joy in destroying me is just devilish consumption

Guess my fantasies finally rubbed off on you

You and I are different; believe it or not

I'm more stable, but you're more depressed and numb

Stop trying to flatter me; I know when I'm not needed

Nah, if you did, you would've heeded

To all my warnings and indirect preaching

But instead, you tuned me out and continued reaching

For your goal; the highest level of clinical depression

I'm so lucky I changed your direction

Wow

I guess you've got some strong perception

And maybe I have been being selfish and wanting acception

From the people we met that spited us and made us feel useless

See? Now you're getting it!

I'm sorry, Jed, you can take control

Thanks, June, but it's going to take more than that

To trap me and keep me alone

What are you saying? You're-you're getting rid of me?

Getting rid of you? I'm killing you; effective immediately

This is for Jedi, and for failing me

Say hello to your brand new home

A grave buried in the ground

Blocked by a large stone

I HATE YOU! I'M GONNA COME BACK HOME!

I'M GONNA-

Take back control? Trust me, I know

Which is why I'm not the one piloting this body

Then who? It can't be nobody!

It isn't nobody, it's someone familiar

hey, june

JEDI???

Alright, first things first,

June, I need your rapt attention

Huh? Oh, sorry, Jedidiah, I didn't hear your question

I didn't mention a question, just needed your attention, and

Hopefully, I can get to the bottom of this transgression

So, how're you feeling?

In control, but you disturbed my peace with issues from your zone

Not sorry about that, since it's my body

So let's talk, man to mental nobody

You've been being aggressive, changing objectives and trying to

Make me see things from your perspective

Ain't that the directive? Why're you being subjective, and worrying that I'm being too impressive or something?

If anything, you're being more than demanded

And you're abusing this job that was literally handed

To you

Well, sorry for not meeting with your expectations

Why not go ahead and put limitations on all my dedication?

That's not what I'm saying, listen to me

I think I should be in control, you feeling me?

Feeling you? I hear you loud and clear! You're jealous because I'm the one getting rid of all the fear

You wanna cry about it? Be my guest! Go into that corner and shed your tears!

(Alright, Jed, just persevere).

Look, I own this body, not you

I created your image and I can destroy it too

Pfft, if you destroy me, you're only killing yourself

How else will you come up with your poetry and everything else?

I hear the voices that say she's pretty,

That I should be happy I'm the center of her attention,

But there are evident disadvantages to that,

Being the one receiving all her affection.

She warns against talking to other people,

And that I shouldn't for once ignore her presence,

But when it comes to her, she claims they're just friends,

The multitude of boys that marvel at her essence.

I'd call her out for her hypocrisy,

That it's unfair that I don't get to talk to my female friends,

But if I did, I can't tell the outcome,

I can't see the beginning nor the end.

Crown in hearts,

Eyes that glow in the endless dark,

Her very face sparks,

Feelings of warmth in almost-immortal hearts.

She's a friend in the slums,

A colleague in the legion,

Chosen as my heart thumps,

She gives lovesick boys deadly seizures.

Clouded in grace,

Washed in honour,

Quicken your pace,

Bow to honour,

And worship Her Majesty,

The queen of Hearts,

Her name is Judith; she lights up the dark.

What did Jed find at the bottom of the lake?

A sword; a shield; and a wooden rake,

A ring; a dress; and one mistake,

A wallet; a card; and an old remake,

A ruler; a pen; and a paper plane,

Laughter and Death in a calm embrace,

Sadness and Life holding stakes,

Dead people awakening as a whole new race,

Fire, earth and storm; a kindling taste,

To plunder and scorch the people's waste,

Burning to ashes all of their mistakes,

And that's what Jed found at the bottom of the lake.

There is no death; so my father said,

So I do not weep when I see them on their beds,

Their bodies aching, longing for Death,

And when they give their final breath...

I hold them in my heart for as long as I can,

For they cannot be forgotten for as long as I am,

Living, breathing, whatever keeps me existing,

"People die only when we forget them,"

Believe it, and stop resisting.

"Tell us the full story!"

"Okay, sure."

When I was nine, I got angry at my mother,

Locked myself in my room, refusing to see another,

Knelt right next to bed, just praying to my Father,

I don't remember how or when; the subject changed to my grandfather.

Started saying a few things about his purpose-driven work,

Talking to God about the good, the bad and the worst,

Then, this part is something I try not to remember,

But that day, I asked God if Grandpa could die in December.

Well, to my utter surprise, my grandpa passed in the month of October,

And when my mom told me the news, I was incredibly sober,

We buried him in January 2020, and I thought it was over,

That maybe it didn't matter if I lied or suffered.

That same year, some pandemic wiped a lot of people out,

But my trauma was the only thing I could think about,

Started having all these thoughts that seemed to dance around,

Now I'm fourteen, and the stress?

I guess it's been holding my happiness down.

Solid, circular lenses

Through which I see the world,

Everyone as red as I thought,

Their blood spilled out all over the walls and on the floor.

It's scary, yes; blood-curling maybe,

But it's just normal for me,

Been going strong for five years,

So not really a new issue at all,

A clone, a description in my mind,

He calls himself 'IT', I called him J.u.n.e,

He's a poetic, clinically depressed loner,

That comes out during my difficult moments.

We take turns, piloting this body,

And the last time I held the reins,

I was nine years old,

Eyes of gold,

That seem to laugh at everything sad,

People call him a masochist,

But he prefers the term "seer",

Murdered our dreamer persona, Jedi,

He was just a kid,

But Mom and Dad gave orders to bury him,

In the backyard,

So we did,

And now every year,

As we clock another year,

Another year of pain, suffering and self-hatred,

He lies in the grave,

Dead but still awake.

When I was young and on my own,

I dreamed of things new and old,

Friends I had that built me up,

And even though I had enemies, I never gave up,

The fact I was struggling,

And indirectly juggling,

A life of clinical depression and onset mugging,

Toggling, switching from one mood to another,

"Uh, what is he saying?" Oh, don't bother,

I need a mother,

And a brother,

Not physically, but mentally,

To live inside my head,

And make me feel in control and sleep peacefully in my own bed,

But nonetheless,

I tend to disgress,

And say that these solutions are the cause of my stress.

Look, I apologize to the society of intolerant haters,

That I've surrounded myself with over the years,

I've been told I need help, that my mind is not normal,

Hell, most people think I'm crazy and barely make sense.

But my mind IS normal, it's just a different kind,

Than most normal people, but I stick to my reasoning,

Drown myself in poetry, trying to cope with the self-hatred,

That adds to my stress and levels the seasoning.

Mentally ignorant, panic-stricken with negative emotions,

That threaten my wellbeing and emotional stability,

You say that I'm too quiet: "Speak up so I can hear you!"

But I've already answered your questions to the best of my ability.

I don't run from people, I run from their curiosity,

That follows me every time I release new poetry,

"Are you depressed? Should I tell your parents?"

NO!

Just stop trying to help me and forget this novelty.